I'll Never Have A Stylist.

Americans Want Grungy People, Stabbing Themselves In The Head On Stage. They Get A Bright Bunch Like Us, With Deodorant On, They Don't Get It. I'm 24 Years Old, I've Got A Load A Money, What Am I Gonna Do, Sit At Home And Twiddle Me Thumbs? No. I'm Gonna Go Out And 'ave It.

I'm Not Going Around Touring The U.s. When I've Got Nowhere To Live.

I Respect The Stones But Their Songs Are A Pile Of Crap. As For U2, They Don’t Say A Lot Or Seem Like Normal Persons.

Every Time I Look In The Mirror, God Looks Back.

Discipline? I Don't Know The Meaning Of The Word.